Want Him, Can't Have Him.

What?

I woke up with dread already making me nauseous and got ready to go and find Mike; I had to make sure he would tell Billie sooner rather than later because I couldn't stand the thought of pretending everything was okay.
I threw on some clothes and headed for Mike's room, thinking over what I was going to say.
I knocked on the door and waited patiently until I realised that he wasn't in. I texted him to ask where he was but got no reply, so I headed down to get breakfast.
I spotted Billie already wandering around the room which made my stomach lurch, and he made his way over as soon as he saw me.
"Hey, how you feeling?" He smiled.

"Not so great..." It wasn't a lie; I felt like shit, but I still felt guilty.

"Do you want to just chill out today?"

"Actually, I need to find Mike. Have you seen him?"

"No," he eyed me suspiciously, "why?"

"I just need to talk to him, go over a few things."

"What kind of things?" His expression had taken on an edge of irritation and I squirmed while I came up with an excuse.

"Just... band stuff..."

"So why can't I know? If it's 'band stuff'?"

"I'm sorry, Bill, I need to talk to Mike, then I'll come straight back and explain everything, okay?"
I could see worry-even panic-creep into his features and i felt awful, but I put on a brave face and kissed him on the cheek, "I'll be right back, okay?"

"What's this about?" He asked again but by his quiet tone I could tell he wasn't expecting me to answer. I gave him a sympathetic glance before leaving the hotel.

I went to check the local coffee place that Mike sometimes went to in the morning and found him and Jason sitting at a table in the corner of the room. They both looked concerned and were talking in hushed voices. I pulled up a chair as confidently as I could and sat at their table, meeting their glances as their heads shot round to look at me.

"So, when are you going to let Billie know what's going on?"

Mike rolled his eyes, "don't tell me youre gonna have a go at me too? Come on, Tré, give me a break!"

"I won't lie to him anymore," I said firmly and Mike sighed.

"I don't want you to lie to him, I-I mean-I want to have some time to relax before he finds out. I know how he's going to be about it, I want to be able to enjoy some peace and quiet before this all gets blown out of proportion."

"I'm sorry, I get where you're coming from, but I'm not giving you a choice. If you wanted to go behind our backs, that's fine-we did that to you-but I won't keep it from him now that I know. I can't do that to him... either you tell him or I will."

"Tré..." he began to argue.

"No, I won't keep your secret. Not from him."

Jason was waiting patiently for us to come to a conclusion, and Mike looked to him for help. He shrugged a shoulder in response and Mike looked back to me. Jason was still looking at Mike with sad eyes, "I don't think it's fair to ask Tré to do this. I know that's not a nice thing to have to go through."

"What?" Mike's eyes darted to Jason's and I saw him silently wish that he hadn't uttered the last sentence.

"I didn't mean to say that... I..."

"What do you mean?" He suddenly looked betrayed, "when you told me it wasn't your place to say when I asked you what was going on before..
Did you know about him and Billie? Before I did?" Jason didn't say a word and plucked at a napkin on the table.
"You told me that Tré had told you they'd had some stupid argument, not that you knew about them being together!"

Jason refused to make eye contact, "Yeah, I did... and it was horrible."

"So you lied to me? About something so huge?"

"I didn't mean to, Mike, I just didn't want to get involved-"

"Well I'd say you're pretty fucking involved, wouldn't you?"

"Please, Mike, I don't want to argue, I didn't mean-"

"I'm getting out of here," Mike stood and Jason followed, pleading with his eyes for Mike to sit back down.

"Mike," I tried but he stormed off. Jason sat down and rubbed his face.

"Are you happy now?"

I blinked in disbelief, "what did I do?"

"We were having a nice chat and a coffee until you came along," he whined, "and now look at us all."

"Sorry," I sighed, "I need to tell Billie. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

"But I want us to all be together when I do. Can you be at the studio in," I glanced at my watch, "two hours?"

"Yeah, sure I can."

"Okay. I need to go after him," I waited for Jason to nod and left the table. I started after Mike and jogged to catch up with him. He was almost back to the hotel and I caught his arm, "Mike, stop."

"Why?"

"I want us to all sort this out, okay? Meet us in the studio in two hours and we can all talk this through, alright?"

"I don't want to talk it through, I want to go to bed."

"Come on, Mike, we all need to talk."

He walked away faster than before and entered the hotel, leaving me to stare weakly at him.

*Sorry I have been meaning to update for a little while but have had a manic time at work and a few other issues at home, so I apologise if it's not all that great! Will be starting the next chapter now so hopefully it will be up soon, possibly even later today. Enjoy!*